A jagged purple mystery--
mirrors all around
and blackened,
spotted;
here the trace
of fragile beauty
layered, sharp, rich
and deep as the crack
which bore its revelation.
Light rubs out
the places turned away
and ushers translucent transcendence.
Hear the rock glass cry,
trying to understand,
or to believe
that the back does
not mar the front to ugliness.
Feeling, knowing there
are calluses enclosing radiance
despite the reflection that is blind.
You are unspeakable beauty
dearest--cling to my eyes
and leave the looking glass alone
with its spots.
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